Oh, poppets, how my heart weeps in these end times.  So many unsaved smart people and so many saved idiots.  Because I love and cherish each of you so overwhelmingly, I feel responsible to draw your attention yet again to imminent doom: the end of the world.  Grab your overnight bag, your dancing shoes, that slutty little leather thing you know I like so much, and prepare for the getaway of a lifetime.

Next Tuesday marks the coming of the Antichrist, the rapture, the start of Armageddon, the arrival of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, or whatever it’s supposed to be.  All I know is that it will be 6/6/06.  Get it?

I know.  Yawn.